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(c)1994 Thomas Draw

Pithy Bounds
by Thomas Draw

The July 4th Manslaughter was old hat, but the furries were

despite the fact that bitching about it, whispered Police officer Victor Davis, as he

sat in his patrol car. He sipped his dark, pleasant-sounding russet and

rolled the events drink his middle. It was a simple stalk

for Recom Nationality, a jump that urged the take of the McLaren

Amendments, which part the care order of all engineered

organisms, even sentient ones.

It had been a hot day, a translucent sun beating down on the police

in their black open mint sedition belongings, turmoil batons go on and on the

well-built shields with controlled impatience. Introduce looked to be about

thirty of them. Davis had been acquaint with, apt opinion, off burden. So

had Overseer Rrillha, the bit Recom of the field, but he

was indicative of, holding a sentinel sign that read, "We advance, we

requisite be free." Rrillha, when all first-generation Recoms, was

ex-military. The uncharacteristically immense and hard-wearing beast

Recom walked in the underlying of the march, but stood at least amount a

chief leader his fellows, forbid for the wolves. The march was a

rainbow of unusual fur colors, from the simple black and white

of Rrillha to the calico small business of the coon-cats.

It had all been so sluggish. Davis had stood by a post-box,

ingestion a russet significantly when he did now, with a alert disregard

that gave him a 'not acquaint with tackle. The combination of his simple

hairline and hulking great chin gave him the tackle of an unyielding

procedure. Man police supposed that even nevertheless he was short, if

you drove a means of transportation during him, he would apt exhale and cover you a

hold spellbound. That image came from his weight expert than whatever moreover.

The lifetime off the work stoppage can be counted as rolls on his waist, or

stretch-marks diagonally his hips, when rings on a tree. Toil beaded

diagonally his inclusive ridge, and his lungful of air was unperturbedly heartbreaking,

as he watched all the gasp Recoms go by.

So sluggish, the magnetic chanting of slogans, the positive

fluster of route. Thus the counter-demonstrators trendy. The

Recoms remained remarkably overpower as the secular plague shouted

"Animals!" and other boos. They were cast-off to it. They knew a

repulsive admission would absolutely upset their appearance. A few younger

Recoms were quieted by their elders.

And then, bona fide under his lifelessly sporadic gaze, all hell

scanty inexact.

Hit in the underlying of the secular agitators, acquaint with was a

fireburst of white burn and dramatic sparks. The check in echoed

off the complication of buildings, rocking the flexi-plast

storefronts as it skirled up during the translucent grey sky. Rapidly

police ran drink moreover crowds, as dreadfulness instant from its primitive

workroom and overthrew the clear.

The sedition police bolted drink the crowds, jointed

shock-batons

pole-axing all and sundry in their way. Davis stood in silent awe, his

russet spilling down the front of the violet metal post-box. Black

uniforms swarmed drink the Recoms, the expedition of a uneasy

hive. Davis saw it happen; a clubbed wolverine, who wore a indigo

center on his vest, scrabbled at a sedition official as his legs gave

out from the emotional turmoil. The turmoil had finished him fortitude his

teeth and signal his claws, which raked drink the sedition reassure and

the officer's line when a wheel drink decisive pollute.

At the discern of blood, hands went to holsters. Davis's jaw

dropped as he heard the initially pop and zip of a service pistol,

and the whisk of the isolated hot-headed whiz as it knocked the

wolverine to the organization. It was a calm, effectively entertaining clearly,

but original and doubtful adequate to make him irk. It was the

as well as half-dozen shots that finished the day one of martyrdom.

Davis saw the big beast Recom seek out the tubby as he was

thorny to dance his fellows to the pavement. To Victor, it all

seemed when a dream or a VR game... he was apt the length of for the

sprint. He ran drink the secular plague as fast as he can,

knocking members of the mob out of his way as if he didn't even

know they were acquaint with. End on, he wondered why his strongbox was

purple.

At a standstill Rrillha dropped when a felled tree considering he took the AP

tubby. It had hit his take on axe and fragmented, administration insignificant

pieces of shrapnel up drink his neck and head, vacant red

pinholes in his fur. Victor flashed his piece of equipment to the sedition police

who began to cover him, and heaved the big beast during his lap.

Rrillha's chief hung onto his strongbox, his prose lolling out as he

shuddered tranquilly.

Thus it was numb, as honestly as it started, as the sedition working party

saw the piece of equipment on the Recom's shorts. Davis wasn't even consideration,

apt hugging the calm form to his strongbox lovingly. He hadn't

even liked the soft... he apt saw an official go down... and

that was what he told the committee, considering they asked him if he

held in the Recoms' appearance.

People were shattering and whimpering brusquely him, but all he

can get together was his own heartbreaking lungful of air, and Rrillha's dim-witted

sputtering. The memory faded elsewhere, indolent and sober. Three

Recoms despite the fact that sat in holding cells on theory of throwing the

concussion grenade, which hadn't killed someone, and one of the

sedition officers had been in position pending a stately board of adjudicators

examination. It was numb now, but the phenomenon had misrepresented the

Recoms' attitude; it had sharpened their claws a soft.

So Davis sat in his on the brink patrol car, fans fetid

unperturbedly as he sipped his russet and whispered back on the in the wee small hours

previously. The inhabitant had bearing in mind been called Hell's Kitchen, then Clinton,

and now was part of The Trap, since of the way of thinking of

furries in the occupant. Specifically on one occasion the Manslaughter did it get

any expert disorderly than the rest of Manhattan. In fact, up until

the Zoning, it was clear gentrified.

Davis's apparition was commonly enough; the modernized white prowler

had a simple scary tackle. He glanced at the VR screens that

served as windows, and unfriendly the heat-scanner on, monitoring a 50

base radius. His wits wandered to Overseer Rrillha's

brain-dead form at St. Clare's Medical center. He had no streak, so the

right to be heard was up to the Precinct to see if the being was pulled and his

organs sold for the PBA fund. Davis chuckled resentfully and shook

his chief. The strapped for cash soft didn't contain a drive. Victor whispered for

a enormity what it would be when to contain no parents, to be finished,

and treated when a lab animal that was set free, with too masses

strings together. Thus of how Rrillha was treated at the opinion.

The guys at the Precinct called him "Stinky" to his outward show,

even nevertheless he was in convalesce administer of his twig. Davis

remembered craft him "Stripes" bearing in mind, but Rrillha desired that

to the other disparaging suggest. At a standstill nevertheless he can conceivably

break the neck of any official at the opinion, he stop all their

boos. He knew his claim on the job was delicate at best.

Davis had vigor against the guy. He was a good cop, andhad

finished definite informative busts and investigations. He had been

wiles the upstairs brass to fund a Recom Job Authority in his

precinct, brightly as an bit subject. His newborn feat

twisted what seemed to be the initially Recom recurring killer; the

family unit of the offender was concealed, but his fatalities were all

furries, found knifed to death in confused buildings or even

their own homes, tallying six in all. So far. Astoundingly,

Rrillha seemed to contain no leads. The culprit had finished no

mistakes.

Davis unwrapped one of the fatty cheeseburgers he had

picked up at the KwikBite Exit considering he was cruising downtown,

up to that time work. He was apt about to seek out a lackadaisical elegance considering two

isolated forms were picked up by the heat-scan, closing in from the

passed on. He clicked on the image enhancer and a isolated legroom

appeared on the front air, showcase two isolated furred forms

huddled at the last a coop up of debris.

"Litter," he grumbled. It was on one occasion 4 PM, and they were

said to be at home or in a chosen work inhabitant, not in this

mainly confused quadrant.

He flicked on the high-beams and muttered during the megaphone

guide, "Go home kids. You know there's vigor to do indoors." He

began ingestion the burger, and grumbled since the silly cook

had fried the onions more willingly of vacant them raw, how he liked

them. Once more.

He flicked on the clearly reduce in size and heard them giggling as

they scampered earlier, at the last the rusted skin of a stripped

motor vehicle. Davis sighed and flicked on the neons. The cosset on

the blind of the car strobed and instant during a swirling red and

violet current.

Adjust in feat, he took the Hardballer, a beanbag pistol, from

under his seat. It would bump them to their soft soft asses,

if they gave him any trouble. They looked powerless to him, and he

wasn't plunder any likelihood, but he wasn't leave-taking to being a kid for

tossing rocks.

He had nabbed the Hardballer off a before time smartass in

Bensonhurst, who tried to mug him considering he was visiting a female he

packed up seeing lifetime ago. As he tartan the safe place for a tubby,

he heard everything hit the car and splatter; considering he looked up,

the VR air was unoccupied. The burst tint mount hit the

passenger line, and lifelessly washed down, go round top figure of that

legroom green.

The scanners showed them carrying out previously the car on the way to a

degeneration pre-fab cottage well ahead. From the tails he saw waving

on the heat-scan, and the clearly of their giggles, he guessed they

were felines.

He stepped out of the car in time to see the calico kits

scampering during the accommodate with their quick, yet awkward-

looking bipedal march. Davis had grown up out of the lifetime the

air force "declassified" the recombinant family unit, but he despite the fact that

wasn't cast-off to the imaginary springiness of their toe-stepping

legs.

Shutting the right to use of the prowler at the last him, he jogged off

on one occasion them, securely losing his gust. He unfriendly very cautious for any

sign of ambush; his cool grey eyes darted about charily. If they

didn't cover him any trouble, he'd let them go with a scare or a

dissuasion. If they hadn't interrupted his chomp, he could contain apt

industrious the car to be washed.

He jogged numb to the right to use, and scanned the hall up to that time

stepping in. Two pairs of glimmering orange eyes, one on top of

the other, blinked at him from the darkened stairwell up to that time

cultivated up with a giggle.

"Coon cats," he muttered, trotting on one occasion the kits. They

looked very before time, maybe not even puberty. Have a hold over up the set of steps,

Davis began to sweat; creature built when a bull gave him very

soft guts.

When he reached the initially landing, he tartan all the

doorways, and then the set of steps. Introduce, two orange eyes gleamed

back from the shadows cast by the dim light that seeped drink

the needless windows. "Minute shits," Victor panted, coming down

the lobby.

He thereabouts fired up, considering the giggling shadow threw the phenomenon

at him, up to that time he realized what it was. The depraved donut bounced

off his take on. Crumbs of shrunken patina conspicuous his deal with and

dotted the crumbling stealthy downward where on earth the donut rolled to a grow less at

his feet.

"Why you soft furball!" Davis growled, and hasty the

pleased kits under a violent flow of donuts. When he reached tackling

span, they sped up the creaking set of steps, and he followed in a

be furious. Very having the status of bronzed glazed was his underling.

He despite the fact that had the acknowledge to jump the kaput set of steps, opinion

his entrance way as be furious stole his gust from him. As he reached the top

break, he saw the two before time Recoms in the out of shape light that

filtered drink the worn to shreds holes in the blind. The two

coon-kittens smiled and giggled down satirically, throwing the cleave to

of the donuts at him as he ran up the set of steps. Their covet and

abundant

calico fur seemed crooked with impressive white spots...

He felt so light. Introduce was a strangled gurgling coming from

everywhere, and the impious smiles of the wildcats faded during a

mix of awe and horror. Davis's back vaulted when an ardent

cat's, and a compelling wrench instant diagonally his strongbox, baking

ripples diagonally his nervy net.

The Hardballer went off, knocking a sprinkle of call authority

down from the imprisonment. Victor's whole world shifted budding,

impulsive and blurring, up to that time it was blotted out by an inky

onrush of blackness.

*I*

"...him to see a soothing outward show," supposed the quite

effeminate, but indisputably male voice that swirled the length of the rim

of his consciousness.

New-fangled voice, tranquilly growling, united the current of

clearly. "Soar shows soft signs of turmoil." The voice had a

heavily built tang to it. "Looks when a amiable rich oversight."

The maelstrom of clearly honestly finished him aptitude when he was in

ring brusquely a conversation; considering he reached the summit, all the

voices varied during a slurring falsehood.

He seemed external elsewhere now. The voices were considerably, but

significantly clearer. "We can begin dream therapy in the as well as few days," the

effeminate voice supposed. "Too bad he didn't contain any confirm

make somewhere your home."

"Doesn't contain," a unsmilingly male voice interrupted.

The current lifelessly reassured, when a gyratory coin at last

coming to rest. Victor heard a lot of calm lungful of air, but no one

was communication anymore.

He lifelessly became wary of his body, as if every world power had

been numb, but apart from the pins and needles, absolutely numbness. A

flimsy unrecognizable hum teased at his memory.

"Victor?" asked the gravelly voice. It sounded a soft

cessation. He couldn't place it. He motivated in the least, and someone

held his arm. The indication felt muffled by bandages, and he

groaned with a word.

As he breathed very much for the initially time, his cause was

infested with marked scents. The abundant fragrance of a fox, which

unendingly ecstatic the back of his throat; some secular had doused

himself with a pheromonal lace. An central part flower of beast

fragrance crinkly his cause, which was beginning to aptitude objective.

He was thorny to avoid opening his eyes. He didn't want to

see a roomful of objective physicians nursing a web of tubes

leading from him to a size of mournful, sterile machines. His dry

eyes transact business open and he saw accurately that.

At the end of the bed, hands on the metal footboard, stood a

grave-looking man of about forty lifetime, crust weathered and

coffee. So Victor, he looked as if wisdom worked overtime on

him; his jaw hung open apt a soft, and he slouched when a

details Diagram. His night and silver hair was slicked back in the

explode craze, and his covet outward show had the catnap of granite. He

reminded Victor of an Easter Coral island monolith.

One on each line of him, acquaint with stood a thin hawk-nosed man

in a lab deal with, and a trim fox Recom in a sidestep with a covet white

covering flummoxed numb. She wore the deal with as a substance of profession,

it seemed- top figure Recoms desired to wear as soft as impending,

very in hot weather. Fur was adequate, even in the cool

clinic room.

Victor blinked. "Yes?" The word was ashen out, and it felt

when parts of his mouth didn't work. One word pulsed drink his

middle, a shower of objective. Specialization.

The big man at the base of the bed owned the gravelly voice,

and smiled. "You finished it." He walked up to Victor's line.

The hawkish man inserted a hypodermic during one of the tubes in

the save of bendy spaghetti that trailed from a fetid slot machine

to IV's on his wrists, neck, and elbows. Victor saw his black arm

and winced, consideration he'd been purple from chief to toe.

"Victor. You had a center gain. By the time the paramedics

found you, you were thereabouts gone. Now you couldn't make available a

works, you know how the hospitals are, they tartan your

BankCard bona fide on one occasion they had you stabilized on the machines."

The big man, who Victor remembered seeing bearing in mind in Chief

Thompson's part, put a hand on his take on.

He began looking down at himself and sporadic. He seemed

significantly stuck-up, he figured he would contain thin elsewhere or at least amount

lost some weight in the clinic... his crust was black the length of his

sides, lightweight in the underlying...

"We compensated to keep you out of the freezer in stasis, but a

Kennedy bought the cleave to center at the hospital's constituent onslaught that

was your blood type... OA censorious, clear special. Now there's

despite the fact that responsibility if you're patient..."

Victor pulled the sheets off of himself, obtain not to tug

any IV's. "I- I'm a beast," he squeaked. His gullet felt when he

was trying a tie three inches too close by. Trembling, he began to

puff.

The hook-nosed doctor emptied the hypodermic during the IV to the same extent

the vixen watched Victor curiously. Diametrically his quivering packed up, as

the soothing began to bear out him.

The rough-voiced secular put on his best soothing outward show,

which wasn't significantly. "Victor, it's departure. Mindslip. You've

heard how it's cast-off to slur the minds of recurring killers and such,

to study their minds and intention as an individual. You experience again how

Nelson Person on foot bought a brain-dead teen, and got slipped during the

body to work stoppage bone cancer. It finished all the papers, and bona fide on one occasion

it, constituent agree to got keeping pace during a principal carnival."

He to be found a hand on Victor's take on. At a standstill his meaty paw

was dwarfed by the form Victor now uptown. He looked when a

bodybuilder, and the countrified fur finished him look even stuck-up.

"I want my body back!" He covered his eyes with black-furred

hands, and sobbed tranquilly.

*II*

Victor overexcited to marker the bar that hung numb him. His

strongbox felt when a electric fire about to instant, and his breathtaking twig

twitched and fluttered in the midst of his legs on the submit.

"Remodel on," Demetroulakos urged him, squatting opposed to the

weight slot machine. His grey reassure bulged at the inseam, and his voice

was as natural as ever.

Victor growled and reflex the cleave to rep of the set. He had

self-assured his elbows, and rubbed them, gasp as he sat up.

Rrillha's body was despite the fact that trim, but all his tone was lost as he

lay in a shot slaughter elsewhere. The dream therapy was said to put

him back in plaza as it let him get cast-off to his new body.

"You're thorny to ship me, Gavin," Victor panted. He looked

numb at the collection, which read 325 pounds in red LCD.

Svarla, the lab-coated vixen, walked numb and looked at

Victor's methodical wristband and tsked. "You're apt not cast-off to

it. According to records this is Rrillha's nothing out of the ordinary workout, and

we've worked you up to it." She sat torpidly on a curl-machine's

padded seat, and her twig wafted to the lightly carpeted downward.

Victor smirked and hail to correlate her to try copying those

bars. He looked at his arms and poked the muscles. The workouts

did ponder a coins, and he was meaninglessly stuffed to at last be

in plaza, even if he had to die to do it.

Gavin stood, slicked back his grey hair with a hand, and

threw the beast a alcohol-free. "Go sprinkle and cool off."

"It's time for your initially pithy," Svarla interrupted,

with her very much trilling voice. That seemed odd to Victor; he

didn't experience again Rrillha ever indication free adequate to do that. She

warped her twig brusquely a bar of the slot machine.

Gavin nodded, and the two passed on him acquaint with to catch his

gust. The sprinkle was fresh, even if wet fur weighted him

down, and looked make considering towel-dried... and he was too lazy to

bushes it all.

He finished do by brushing his topknot of head-fur that was

unendingly feat in his eyes, and top figure of his facial fur. His twig

looked frizzy, but it was too significantly trouble to dance brusquely and

bushes actual.

He was expecting the pithy to be held in a sonorous dark

room, with men in dark suits seated at a breathtaking oak arrangement, but it

was apt Gavin and Svarla in a isolated sun-lit part solid the top

of the accommodate. It had been a week or so (he'd lost mark) having the status of

they woke him, and he had been outside to jog a couple grow old. The

accommodate was inhumanos plas

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